Lover Undercover Book Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, Tut, how come your face is so tense, please introduce this to my husband." "Oh yes, Tuti, Mas." Tuti reached out to Mas Feri. "Feri," said Feri, welcoming Tuti's hand. Doesn't look suspicious. They act like they just met. "Who is this Tuti, Sar?" asked Mas Feri while taking a cup of coffee that was already available. "Don't pretend you don't know, Mas," I replied, smiling sarcastically. "Ow!" The cup immediately slipped from Feri's hand, until hot coffee spilled on his pants. Next.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

His fist remained locked tightly in my hair as he dragged me along. When we reached the center of the living room, he shoved me forward and pulled out his gun again, pressing it right into my face. I shivered violently, almost inaudible squeaks replacing any attempt at words. “Take off that trash,” he commanded, making a circular motion with the gun around my shoulders. I reluctantly let the sheet fall, my nipples hardening subtly as this terrifying encounter began to feel disturbingly like twisted role-play. The moment the cover dropped from my body, his rugged demeanor cracked. His eyes lit up with a hungry spark that shocked me. His gaze darted greedily between my hardened, aching nipples

Adrian wiped his shoe with disgust. "What made you think being a woman made you untouchable?" Once Tessa no longer dared to speak, he threw a thick file in front of them. "I originally went undercover at your company only so I could stay close enough to protect Liv. I didn't expect you to make my work so easy. A basic audit uncovered embezzlement, money laundering, and fraudulent books. The fake ledgers were almost impressive, I'll give you that.

All the guests had scattered – thank fuck they were safe, but the high-class décor now looked like a sick joke. I stomped through the marble-floored hallway, my boots thumping loudly in the emptiness. Making a beeline for the east wing, I rode the elevator up to the third floor. My private library was up here, a fortress of knowledge and my personal sanctuary. "He is still there," Ollie's voice called out. The elevator dinged, doors slid open, and I stepped into a darkness that shouldn't be. The library was a cathedral of literature, usually warmly lit, but now it was more like a damn cave. High bookshelves stretched toward the ceiling like monoliths in a moonless night.

Shortly after, I heard gentle snores emanating from his side of the bed indicating that he had fallen asleep. As I rubbed my sore wrist, the bitter truth of my reality settled in my stomach. I wasn’t dreaming and I hadn’t been kidnapped either. I was here at Lancaster Estate with Levi Strauss-Jackson, my husband in name only. I laid my head back down, turning slightly to my side, silent tears carving a salty trail down my face and mixing with the bitter taste of regret on my tongue as my mind wandered back to three weeks ago when my world fractured and the future I had planned was changed forever.

AUGUST Levi slate left me standing there, Hard. He acted like he hadn’t just dropped the most insane, yet fucking hot confession of my life. I thought nothing would top the charts with night shade, but Levi is onto something. Goodness me. I pressed my back against the wall, slowly falling down to the floor. He made Sex poetic. And fuck, he tasted like mint and coffee, he smelled so fucking good. Good enough to make me hard again. The door clicked shut behind him.

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.

It came out so flat, so low and raw, pulling these fools from their beckoning cloud nine. Leon falls to the side, exposing the face of his partner in crime, Rina, the head of our wedding planners' team. I can't believe this! Wow! I mean, what a betrayal, huh? I have heard of heartless people, but this jerk is the worst of all heartbreakers in the world. How could he? Just how dare he? "Bella? How did you get in? How did you know?"

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.